Novel Lucky Novels & Stories

Chapter 35: Goodbye Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. ~ George Eliot ************ You're lucky That's what they kept saying. You're lucky that the police arrived on time. You're lucky that the bullet only pierced your flesh and not the bone. You're lucky to be alive. Lucky. Lucky. Lucky. If I heard that word again I would scream. I wasn't lucky. I was condemned. I was tragedy.

Now what should I do? October 29th, Cloudy No, I cannot wait for a miracle any longer. I must act while I still have the strength to do so! Sunny, on November 1st, my luck really is on my side! I've won the lottery! I have not only discovered food but also weapons! From now on, please refer to me as Dell the Lucky! On November 11th, Sunny Dell the Lucky will perform once more! This time will also be fruitful! ….

looking for who had lost his handkerchief, they neglected all the sueyears and it was there where he took advantage and stole them, when he suddenly appeared in front of them, when Lucy turned sideways he managed to see something that was hiding behind him, it was something strange for his eyes, but he did not say anything, in that luck he speaks, "Well with this everyone loses right, but let me tell you one thing, if you had not fallen into the trap two of you would have won," smiling luck goes to the meeting place for when the game is over.

I didn’t know why he was chasing me rather than going to school, but his action took away the need to find my father, and I stopped to look at his breathless self, joggling closer. “Why are you chasing me?” “Why are you running away from home?” He said in breaks, trying to catch his breath. Lucky was only two years older than me. He was young, with an exceptional face. He was a freelance model and popular among kids. I recognized his face as the young boy drawn on the tin of my favorite milk. When I confirmed it, I smiled with all my toothless gum and went to poke him. “Ouch! Why did you do that?”

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

Carlos was furious, "Tiger, you'd rather throw the chip into the ocean than give it to me, you'll be dead!" "Dispatch divers, make sure to fish out the chip." "Yes." The family's eyes widened, full of curiosity as they surrounded Lucky, sizing him up. "Grandpa Randi, you said Lucky pulled a golf ball?" Emma stared curiously at Lucky's butt with big, soulful eyes, "How did it swallow a golf ball? We don't have that in our house." "Could it be that Lucky has been stealing from someone's house without us knowing when he's out and about on his own?" Emma lifted Lucky's little head and questioned it pretending to be fierce, "Lucky, honestly, did you go and steal without us knowing?"

Alice was already unlucky ever since she was born; her presence brought unfortunate events to her people. Was this her fault? Was this because she did not have her lucky charm with her? Before going downstairs, Alice opened her jewelry box. She grabbed the necklace that sat alone inside. It had three pendants: a silver star, a golden horseshoe, and a small letter ‘L’ for luck. It had been a long time since she wore a piece of jewelry, but today, she needed its comfort. She needed its protection from bad luck. “I know you do not like bodyguards, but you need to have one right now,” Meredith initiated when she arrived at the dining area.

Then they’d watched, certain little Ruan, who’d christened herself Lucky— the Killer, Lucky the Devil— at the not-so-tender age of ten, would meet the same fate as the infamous Goddess: a life of struggle and sadness followed by an early exit at twenty-four. But why think about that now? she wondered as she ignored the ghost whispering from the shadows, another cigarette shoved between her lips, the phosphorous flame jumping as she struck the match. Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner.

Shandall's smile grew wider with what Buddy has said. “I will truly appreciate it, Mr. Buddy. My pen name is LuckyOne. You can find some of my novels, online, you can just g****e my pen name.” Ms. Shandall said happily. “I will take note of that Ms. Shandall. Good luck with your new book.” Buddy even bowed as he beams towards Ms. Shandall.

HE said. Patrice gave him a sheer look. “What do you mean?” She asked. L smiled. “You are an orphan. You grew up in an orphanage. You were released when you are legal. You were able to stand up for yourself. You were able to send yourself to school. You are even excelling at school even if you have a job. You made it. Don’t you think that’s luck as well?” He asked. Patrice was shocked to hear all those words from L. He was just too sensible today. Or at least this time. He says the right words. Those right comforting words that she ever badly want to hear. Just awesome.